Light and darkness were tangled together.
By the ti Agion had beco light itself and was facing the darkness—
The Nibelung Matriarch dropped a shocking line.
“It's aningless now anyway.”
“What are you talking about.”
“It’s not here anymore. The ‘Peacemaker†.’”
At that, Agion frowned. He rembered the Radiance⁺₊⋆ that had erupted inside the casino—one he hadn’t triggered himself.
That light... it had been of extraordinarily high purity. Even among the seven elents, it was light at its purest, the pinnacle. Intense. Refined.
“That bastard set it off.......”
The Matriarch didn’t answer. She just smiled.
“You let it go? Just like that?”
“And what would you have done if you chased after it?”
“You should have gone after it.”
“Think you can? Everyone knows about your rampage now. If you keep pushing, the other Constellations will take it as a chance to jump in.”
“......”
“Do yourself a favor and stop. Don’t waste both our strength. Go back and try to protect your precious ranking.”
But then—sothing shifted.
The light began flaring more violently.
“I can’t let that happen.”
At this, the Nibelung Matriarch furrowed her brow. There was sothing wrong with the Radiant Constellation⁺₊⋆’s eyes.
In truth, she’d thought he was unhinged from the mont he appeared. From the Radiant⁺₊⋆ Legion, to the [ga-Scale Illusion] that seized the entire Goldenfield Security Force...
If he had really used sothing like that, Agion’s ranking must’ve already dropped at least five positions from his original rank of 20.
“...You saw sothing, didn’t you?”
No answer.
Then the light surged again, shaking the air with imnse force.
He was now sacrificing his strength to wield his [Authority].
“I will kill him and take the ‘Peacemaker†.’”
With that declaration, Agion turned his body. And then—he soared into the sky.
His human body transford into a massive bird of light and vanished into the heavens.
***
Hero.
That bastard Glory, who might as well be this world’s protagonist, truly did look the part.
I don’t particularly enjoy evaluating n’s appearances, but...
Gray hair, blue eyes.
Tall, well-proportioned. And a face—like with Rebecca—that carried a whole different class.
It was like a male god had descended into the mortal world.
And yet, that dazzling face was hidden behind a complete ss.
From his tangled mop of hair to clothes that looked like rags, he was basically a vagrant.
“You should really start washing up.”
“......”
Glory just stared at in silence.
I didn’t like those eyes of his.
“...What’s your business.”
“I have sothing to say about the holy sword Peacemaker† and you, the so-called hero Glory. But... no. First, go wash your damn hair.”
“......”
“Not going?”
When I snapped at him, the bastard finally started to move—reluctantly.
So slow I wanted to smack him in the back of the head.
“......”
Eventually, Glory washed his hair in that filthy bathroom.
Dragging himself along like a slug.
As he shampooed and rinsed, I quietly kept squeezing out more shampoo behind his back.
No matter how much he rinsed, the bubbles wouldn’t go away.
Glory looked up at —without even rubbing the soap from his eyes.
“What are you staring at? Hurry up. I’m holding in my temper here, so get on with it.”
“......”
“Wash your damn face. And your hands. And your neck. Behind the ears, too.”
Then I squeezed more shampoo.
“......”
He had only washed his hair, but he already looked so much better.
That’s when I realized sothing.
‘This bastard’s hair... it’s sky blue?’
I’d thought it was gray, but it was just dirt?
Anyway.
Now it was ti to talk.
“First, let ask you sothing.”
From here on, this conversation was one that only he and I in this world could truly understand.
“Do you know about the ‘End’?”
Glory’s expression hardened.
“...Let ask instead. Do you know about it?”
The bastard shot the question back at .
“Right now, I ask, and you answer. Don’t break the rules.”
“...I know the End.”
“How?”
“There will be a war against the Demon King. If I don’t kill the Demon King, the world will be destroyed.”
“Correct.”
“......”
I’d heard—whether in Count Kahla’s domain or elsewhere—that Glory had always been treated like a madman.
Because he kept repeating things like: I am the Hero! The world is ending!
Everyone else might’ve thought he was crazy, but I didn’t.
Because I knew this DLC was a ‘Hero Story.’
“...Then give the holy sword.”
“I can’t do that.”
Glory’s face hardened.
That look turned hostile.
“Why not...?”
Now we were getting to the heart of it.
“Why are you so pathetic?”
“...Excuse ?”
“You alone can save the world. Only you can wield the holy sword. Only you can kill the Demon King. Only you can unite the continent. Am I right?”
“...Yes, but—”
“Then why the hell are you so pathetic?”
A sharp glint began to rise in Glory’s eyes.
“Do you know how much ti we have left until the End?”
“...I don’t.”
“Three years.”
“......”
“We’ve only got three years left. After that, the war against the Demon King will begin without fail. And yet here you are—not even washing your damn hair?”
“...Is washing hair really that important? I train desperately every day—”
“Let’s try a hypothetical. Suppose I wasn’t here. You wouldn’t have gotten the holy sword, right?”
“......”
“You don’t have the holy sword. Because of that, you can’t kill the Demon King. If you can’t kill the Demon King, you can’t save the world.”
“Hold on a second.”
“Shut your mouth. Right now, the whole world thinks you’re insane. The only ally you’ve got is that contrarian Kreutz cleric. You can’t even wash your hair—how are you going to unify the continent? You couldn’t even win over the hearts of the citizens of Count Kahla’s little territory.”
“...I...”
“And now, I’m even questioning your level. Aren’t you a [Grandmaster]? You do realize it takes at least ten years, even for the most talented, to ascend from [Grandmaster] to [Challenger]?”
“......”
“Even your good deeds are half-assed. So hero you are—drinking while villagers in the next territory are being abused.”
Glory seed to be angry.
Veins popped in his jaw as he stared at the floor.
“......”
When he lifted his head again, his eyes were glinting with killing intent.
Smack!
I slapped his cheek, and his head whipped to the side.
He froze like that—face turned.
“Get a grip. Look straight ahead. Even if I gave you the holy sword right now, you’d never defeat the Demon King.”
“......”
There’s sothing about him that’s always pissed off.
That aura of helplessness.
I can’t stand it—when soone who has no reason to be powerless chooses to stay that way.
Probably because of all the ti I spent sick and helpless myself.
“...So. What you’re saying is—I should follow your instructions to get the holy sword?”
“That’s right.”
“...Wash up. Do good deeds. Train harder. Expand my influence?”
He was depressed, but not stupid. He imdiately understood the core of what I said.
And right after that ca suspicion.
“...Can I even trust you? If I do all that... can I really save the world?”
There was fear in that voice.
“Yes.”
I spoke with conviction.
Because I was right.
What does Glory need right now?
1. Social skills.
2. A righteous life.
3. Personal power and influence.
And haven’t I already provided all three to those who needed them?
⋮
1. Social Skills
At that mont, Eve was surrounded—by Elize, Gray, and Adele Mouin—complaining in visible distress.
“Hey, you. How long have you been wearing that hoodie? And what’s with your bangs? Why are they half-grown like that?”
“Professor’s friend, I have so new clothes. Want one? That outfit’s... really filthy.”
“Hmm... Should I throw in so unused shoes too... maybe?”
Eve looked too much like a ss.
It wasn’t the old ghillie suit-dress anymore. It was a huge, baggy hoodie Ran had brought her.
The ghillie suit never showed dirt, but comrcial clothing? Dirt stood out instantly.
‘I really want to cut her bangs Kreutz-style. The girls in Hiaka always leave their bangs awkwardly long. Don’t they know you look prettier when your eyebrows show?’
‘I want to put her in clean clothes. Maybe even pants—hide those legs a little.’
‘Hmm... Professor Dante... Didn’t take you for the type to let your friend walk around barefoot...’
Maybe, just maybe, the three of them were reminded of their old childhood Barbie dolls.
“......”
As the three of them ominously approached, Eve resisted.
Mumbling weak protest.
Gesturing vaguely, then curling her hand into a paw and pressing it to her cheek like a cat.
She had ant to ask, “Where is Dante?”
But the three of them completely misunderstood.
“Don’t act cute.”
And so, she was captured—dragged off sowhere by Adele Mouin and the others.
“......!”
Even as they dragged her away, she kept pressing her fist to her cheek.
But no cat ever ca......
2. A Righteous Life
– Priestess, I’ll send in the next penitent.
“Go ahead.”
At this mont, Rebecca of the clergy was inside the confessional booth.
A place where sinners confess their misdeeds before the Virgin through a servant of the divine.
Everything heard inside was kept secret. Rebecca listened to countless confessions, offering comfort to the guilty.
– I had an affair with my friend’s wife...
– I stole money from my grandfather’s storeroom a few days ago...
– I want to kill my brother...
The confessional was, as usual, a complete ss.
A bunch of garbage humans committing sin after sin under the guise of religion.
Rebecca liked that, though. It felt like a cozy trash bin.
In a group like this, surely she too could beco a cardinal.
“You have confessed your sins to the Virgin. Now go and repent. Seek forgiveness from those you’ve wronged. Let us pray.”
Repeat those words like a parrot, and her duty was done.
Or so she thought.
– I gambled away my father’s surgery money the other day...
Rebecca’s hand twitched at that one.
“...And?”
– It was... fun.
“...Pardon?”
– Gambling was... really fun. At the casino. Pulling the slot machines. Playing poker. Blackjack. I blew all 50,000 Hika. But even scarier than losing money... was how fun it was...
The man rambled. It was fun. He regretted it. He was sad. But it was still fun...
Clearly not in his right mind. He kept going, recounting every detail of what had happened at the casino.
And at that mont—Rebecca felt sothing unnaable.
– I hit a 20x jackpot once, and, oh, that thrill...
Before she realized it,
She had empathized.
– Ah, sorry. I went off on a tangent, didn’t I? That’s not sothing I should be telling a priest...
“...No. It’s fine.”
– But I shouldn’t gamble again, right?
“Of course not. Absolutely not.”
Even as she spoke the words, her hands itched.
“...Let us pray.”
She rushed through the prayer and kicked the man out—but sothing felt wrong.
Her heart pounded.
Her fingers tingled just from imagining it.
A thrilling sensation of success she had never once felt before.
She exhaled deeply and covered her eyes.
‘...I’m losing my mind.’
This was all because of that man—Dante Hiakapo.
3. Personal Power and Influence
Kaiser had his eyes closed. He had exited the scene as soon as things were settled and returned to Count Kahla’s domain.
The Nibelung Matriarch had observed him through 『Darkness』, and since what happened ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) was simply the result of Dante’s absurd ability, there would be no consequences to face.
The ❆Dominion❆ had survived.
No.
It wasn’t that the Dominion❆ had survived.
It was Professor Dante who saved the Dominion❆.
They had created Dominion❆ to aid him—to worship him.
And yet, when the ti truly ca—they ended up relying on him instead.
That fact ignited a furious self-loathing in Kaiser.
Why?
Why had he been forced to depend on the Professor?
...Because I’m weak.
Because I,
Because the Dominion❆ are still weak.
Even though they had conquered the South, they were still a group that could be swayed by the powerful. They had only barely survived—thanks to the Professor’s help.
Even so, the Professor had acknowledged the Dominion❆.
“......”
In that mont, a violent chain reaction erupted in Kaiser’s mind.
Life goes on. Waves crash and recede. Leaves may be bent—but they grow back stronger.
It’s okay to regret sothing once. But never again.
That sha burned into his bones.
“...Eymon. Moong. We’re expanding our forces.”
Kaiser began to raise an army.
“From now on, we’re heading for the Empire.”
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